Alone with the phone again
The deepening light seeps in my mind
Im desperate to hear a voice
Can this really be my choice?
Im fifty and Im tricky
And Im sick of being alone
Youre twenty-five and pretty
But youre old enough to know
That actions form a pattern
And the hearts the last to know
And Im waitin for another friend
Callin long distance again
My mind is an antique room
Theres overstuffed chairs and carpets too
Where nobody ever comes
Its a good place to run away from
And Im runnin from a love
With every step I take
And if I can fall for you then
From the last one I am saved
And its a cold grey wet December
Shity shity day
And Im waitin for another friend
Calling long distance again
Youre dark and your French voice is lovely
And youre bright eyes light the receiver across the miles
Im listening close and Im hoping
To learn love, but I dont know how
Calling long distance again
Calling long distance again
Im calling long distance again
Calling long distance again
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